Sometimes things just show up out of the blue. Like this video of Born to Love You by Lanco. But I’m not a believer in “coincidence.” I believe everything happens for a reason. To show us something. To learn. To grow. To be healed. To bring us joy …
This singer looks so much like my brother when he was in college. The eyes and even the mustache. I’ve been feeling his presence lately and then I saw this. Coincidence? I think not.
Like one of the lyrics in this song, he was a wild child. I’m pretty sure he’s rockin’ out in some other dimension right now. Have fun, Mike!
This image came up today on my FB timeline and it took me right back to my years of being a single Mom. Wow!
There were some lean and lonely times but, looking back, I wouldn’t change anything.
I had a tribe of friends, family members and work associates who were all there when I needed them. We all grew together, supporting each other in every way we could. I truly believe there was divine guidance in play for all of us.
Many times there was too much month at the end of our money, so we would call each other and ask “what do you have in your pantry?” Then we would pool our food and get together for a meal with all the kids. Some of our meals were certainly creative, but it was a blast!
I’m very blessed to have these two children, Michele and Steve, who have grown into two fine adults. Even if they weren’t my children, I would choose them as my friends.
I’ve taken some of my images and played today. Included in this collage is my granddaughter sipping on some Hawaiian ice in Honolulu, a flower from my garden in memory of those killed in the 9-11 attacks, an old Chevy truck on Alcatraz in San Franciso, our dog Foxy, who went to the Rainbow Bridge in 2013, and Daisy sniffing my tulip arrangement.
Say a prayer today for the loved ones of the 9-11 victims, whose lives were inflicted with unfathomable pain. Hug every member of your family and remind them how much you love them.
According to the stats provided by WordPress, this is my 666th post. I just didn’t want to put that number in as my title. Creepy – that whole 666 thing. Mark of the beast and all. Is it folklore? I don’t know, but I’m not taking any chances.
I came across this video posted by another blogger and I feel like it has so much merit. I, for one, am taking it to heart.
What that means for me is to unplug more. To get out with my camera more (not my phone). To go outside and have a chat with Mother Nature. To go outside and look at the sky. To just take it all in. To take a walk with my husband and my dog. To have lunch with my daughter. To have coffee with my son. To pick up the phone and call my family and friends.
I’ve always been a big fan of potatoes. Having spent a great deal of my childhood in Kansas, potatoes were a staple at our dinner table. Although in the midwest, we called it supper. (Breakfast was breakfast, lunch was called dinner, and dinner was called supper).
There wasn’t a supper at my Grandma and Grandpa’s house that didn’t include potatoes. One of my favorites was my Grandma’s fried potatoes, which she made with bacon grease and chopped onions all fried up nice and crispy in her cast iron skillet. By today’s standards her fried potatoes would be called unhealthy, but what I wouldn’t give for some of them now. I miss her and her wonderful down home cooking.
When I saw these little potatoes (of course I couldn’t resist), I decided I had to give them a try. Wow! They’re better than I thought they would be. So creamy and the red skins are thin. What’s not to love? But what first caught my eye was the name – Blushing Belle. Belle happens to be my granddaughter’s nickname, short for Annabelle.
Giving thanks is a full time gig now. People around this beautiful blue orb that we inhabit are getting it … that we’re all in this together and we will not be undone by anyone or anything who spreads fear. (Unless of course you’re watching the mainstream media). I believe that watching the cable news outlets, even the local news, is like volunteering for brainwashing.
But back to giving thanks, in the U.S. we celebrate Thanksgiving each year as a time to be grateful for all of our blessings. To spend time with family and friends. Even our crazy relatives – ha! Let’s face it; every family has some.
Happy Thanksgiving to all my family and friends here in the states. God bless us all and God bless all of my friends from other countries in my community of bloggers.
Since this week’s photo challenge is companionable, I decided to post this image of hubby and his twin sister. What better companion than a twin? Of course I didn’t take this photo. I wasn’t even on the planet yet – LOL!
According to them, they’re about three years old here and I just think it’s one of the cutest pictures I’ve ever seen.
Make a comment below and share with all of us what you think they’re thinking. Personally, I’m guessing that they’re mulling over something mischievous … Namaste’